we are collecting unopened mail, mostly
from banks, sometimes from insurance companies,
in the center of our unused dining room table.
I mean, unused for dining.
It serves a purpose.
That's where the mail goes.
And sometimes empty boxes, waiting
to be broken down.
And there's a spot right on the edge
for my late library books.
Instead of chairs, there's
a pew tight against the wall
that could seat three, I'd guess.
For now, that's where the snow shoes go
that we bought for Christmas but have yet to put on.
It's just been so cold lately.
We can't seem to get out.
